Lyrics:
Record execs wanna push the album way back
And hold back on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did he say
at some cake
Miss me with the bullshit but you eat what's on your plate
I was gonna drop this album next year but I couldn't wait
Put these rappers back
like cole
Colder nights frightened by yelling and banging
Old heads get angry when they get to dranking
Time in my ends left me in my own head a lot
I
tennis
I be spittin' these bars all day like I'm Cole , not no Kenneth
I just pour me some lean in my cup, now a nigga just replenish
I don't give a fuck
Used to want it, want it
I couldn't double back
Now I got it, I got it
The city on the map
Now they see a nigga made it, I ain't never going back
Chasin drizzy, chasin Wayne, Jay, Cole, Tupac and biggie
Swade a superstar oh yeah I will be
Oh yeah I will be, oh yeah I will be
okay faggot?
Don't be so sensitive
If you want to get fucked in the ass
That's between you and whoever else's dick it is
Pause, maybe that line was
Yeah, I wish I never had to leave
I wish this club never closed
And I know one thing that I'mma always do me
And never be what you want
And I know
act like I barely
Have what it takes to get back in the game
Man, I'm laughin', everybody wants to compare me
Your shit sounds the same and I hear these
King Cole
On the radio
I just want to get high and feel a sliver of the joy from years gone by
Numb with pounding heart, might not be love
to kick to door
And he bought me back a pro
Niggas knew that I was cold
I Think I'm done being humble
I can't keep it on the low
You can't be my latest
kid
You stay back like adlibs, I buy, I don't ask shit, I pop shit and pop tags, bitch
This New Era be cappin', uh
Me, Sean, T off that Pusha T,
the life of another girl damaged by the system
These foster homes, I run away and never do miss 'em
See, my hormones just run away and if I can get em back
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
the album way back
And hold out on my advance
They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points
He didn't play that, yo did they say that?
Yo, did he say
If practice makes perfect, I'm J Cole's brother
Talent be my cousin, passion is my mother
Live in harmony by showin' love to one another
Spazzing
I was on the go
Took a break tryna find some order
Get back up
I can't be moving round like a sluggard
I can't cut what's on the top
Like my little
Though it's easy for a loser
To be jealous of a winner that's
Just the way that it is
Do you ever look back at
Some of your performances and
Look at your
I'm about to go crazy on 'em
Shout out to that nigga J. Cole, man
One of the only motherfuckers I fuck with
They counted me out, as if God don't
Courts be hangin'
Ah huh, that's it baby
Beep diddy beep, will I call you maybe
Sky Pager looks like a Phaser
That's the attire of a Northwest player
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
know I can back it up
Ayy, I'm not the type of the guy
To be talking the beef on the internet
If I gon' do it, I'll pull up his block
I'm a street man
credit
I'm coming for the Cole's and the Kendrick's
Ever since I rolled a loose leaf to escape all the bullshit
Been watching people still living life so
get hypothermia
Hypothermia be like
Legs are numb and my feet are cold
Essentially we are just in a big bowl
Surrounded by ice, surrounded by buds
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